“What if four weeks is too long?” Her question was a tree trunk to the chest, solid and unexpected, knocking me out. “Too long? For who?” Her gleaming eyes flicked to mine. “Me. Or you. That’s basically a month, which is longer than I’ve known you.” This girl...this fucking girl. She’d been throwing me off my game since the second she stumbled onto my airplane. I couldn’t say what I’d been expecting with this proposition, but it hadn’t been this. To be honest, I’d almost entirely been considering myself, fairly assured Claire’s agreement was a given.
